He Is At the Door

Among the alien mountains, Within a small valley by the river She walks gracefully on even rocks In her huge ethereal gown That extends down and covers the ground Trees have their eyes fixed on her The sun's too, with envious looks And flowers trying to hold heads high Why is the valley in delight ? Clock is ticking... Tik ... tik ... tik A pack of purple leaves float on the water A raven just lands on the only door And croky forgs hides in the dungeons of the floor The Breeze begins to blow her tulle, in the air for a show Somebody is at the door A knocking well expected The leaves turn to play trumpet Muses are in air, stars in her chariot She runs through mist and fog And reaches the door The Oyster is finally opened Her eyes wide, roses in her skin He walks in with bright smile And extends his hand... Now they are up in the sky Like two birds... Above the cliffs... Diving... soaring high and high... drinking dew from the clouds While the valley watches in delight ________________________________